Edith Arn Caster
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 56
Physical Description: A short woman of only five foot four inches. Her weight is a healthyone. Her once brown hair has turned silver, and warm brown eyes hold compassion for nearly everyone she mets.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 13:56:26 GMT -8
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Post by Edith Arn Caster on Jul 23, 2017 13:57:37 GMT -8
The place was tidy neatly build and cared for lovingly by its owner. Master Flinn, he was a portly, and short man with more hair on his lip than atop his head, but he had kind eyes and seldom a sour word for any. His wife, Edith , was tall ,taller than some men, and rather pump woman, the sort you'd find running the kitchen. Her brown hair was constantly in a bun and her face caught bits of flour, yet her clothing and hands were always clean.
There were no servers , as Flinn and his wife took care of most their patrons, but there was a young girl with them, Hester Fairweather , was an traveling entertainer who sang and played the lyre. Flinn often jokes she's forgotten she is a "traveling" entertainer.
But today there seemed little to no one sitting at the mahogany tables, nor lounging by the large hearth to took up a wall all its own... A quiet place to rest... collect ones thoughts and perhaps enjoy the day.
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Hester Fairweather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 25
Physical Description: A young woman, fairly tall standing five foot nine inches, and weighs a hair over one hundred and forty pounds. Her eyes are a striking brown and her hair a dirty red.
She has fair features and would be considered lovely to more than a few.
Yet this simple bard has many secretes... some grim. Sometimes , she could be found staring at the distance, with an expression of sorrow and anger.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 14:03:19 GMT -8
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Post by Hester Fairweather on Jul 23, 2017 14:57:14 GMT -8
Not a soul to be found...
Hester sat near the large hearth, tuning the dark wood Lyre, not that it needed tuning... She had simply run out of task to do for the kind couple...Her brown eyes swept the empty room , double checking for any task that might have been left undone. The tables were polished , No plates or mugs sat, the carpets had been beaten... wood chopped... The tallow candles were all trimmed and ready for the night should anyone come.
A sigh escaped her lips. Another day with nothing to do but sit and think. A frown formed on her face, though it did not hinder her spender any. Her fingers brushed against the instruments strings... Gymnopédie No.1... Why did the Lyre enjoy this piece so often? Perhaps it felt her longing... She let the instrument guide her fingers as she stared out the glass window, the rolling golden fields and drifting clouds reassured her she was well away from that dark place she had fled.
" Another slow day it seems Lady Hester." A man said polishing a tin mug he had already cleaned.
" You know I've requested you not call me lady Master Flinn" She replied.
"Aye, force of habit i'm afraid." He chucked , arranging the mug in its prefect place. " Thank ye again for choppin the wood... With my back givin out the way it did I'd thought we'd all freeze... still doesn't seem right you swinging that thing around , yet ya seemed natural with it."
Had the lyre not been using her to play, she would have skipped notes...
"Think nothing of it Master Flinn... I Have to earn my keep as you know" She said to the window.
He shook his head... Her board had been paid many times over.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 23, 2017 17:50:18 GMT -8
Roy stumbled down the road, having just fled from Helmfirth. It had seemed like hours before he'd managed to escape that swamp, and he was absolutely exhausted. Spotting the lights of the inn, he let out a sigh of relief and picked up the pace. Finally, an inn! Somewhere to get a soft bed, a comfortable room, a nice meal, and most importantly, no other vampires! He shook his head, remembering the awful sights he'd seen in that terrible city. Why did vampires and other monsters have to be so scary?
Putting the thoughts out of his mind, he stepped through the door and was immediately comforted by the warmth and light of the inn. Heading over to the counter, he looked around for the innkeeper.
"Hello! Um...do you have any rooms free tonight? Also, could I get a meal, and some hot chocolate if you've got any?"
Hopefully the hot chocolate here would be better than what he'd had in Helmfirth. What had been in that stuff, anyways?
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Edith Arn Caster
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 56
Physical Description: A short woman of only five foot four inches. Her weight is a healthyone. Her once brown hair has turned silver, and warm brown eyes hold compassion for nearly everyone she mets.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 13:56:26 GMT -8
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Post by Edith Arn Caster on Jul 23, 2017 18:05:42 GMT -8
( Royal Fletcher : A cozy cup) Master Flinn looked at the young man who had stumbled through the door. A smile swept across his face. " Aye we have rooms young lad. And chow. Though I will have to see about " hot chocolate" , the wife may know if we do or do not." The innkeep said , his voice as warm as the cozy room which the Fletcher had found himself in. "We have two styles of room, one is little more than a bed and wash stand, something affordable for those short on coin,and then we have the master rooms which are a bit more spacious, with deep feather beds, hand built em my self I did." He said with a proud nod. " Food for the day , which for you would be dinner, breakfast, and lunch on the morrow, totals to only 35 pieces. Normally we also accept help, but Miss Fairweather over there has taken the lion share of chores around here." He old man shook his head , but there was a endearing tone in his deep voice. " Aye! What's all the fuss---- OH!" A woman burst from the kitchen." The thing looks half run to death! "A ridiculously tall, and rather plump woman barged her way past her husband to get a better look at Fletcher. " Look at yee! Skin and bones dangling from cloth! What would ya like deary? Hot chocolate? Aye, think I may have a stash in the back, lemme go see." quickly as she came, she went. The Innkeeper shook his head. "Woman trampled me too lad, tis how I got this. " He said holding his left hand up, indicating the ring on his hand, he gave a knowing wink. " tis Edith, she's a kind lass but forgets people are not her children excuse her--- BONK!" A tin cup bounced off the innkeeper's shiny head. He rubbed the wound laughing weakly.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 23, 2017 18:18:42 GMT -8
Roy let out a sigh of relief when he heard that there were rooms. At least he wouldn't have to sleep outside, where wolves and bears and other frightening things lurked. He glanced over at Miss Fairweather when the innkeeper mentioned her, but his attention was soon stolen by the towering woman fussing loudly over him. He leaned back in his seat, rather startled and taken aback, but soon relaxed. She seemed sweet and caring, at least. More importantly, she had hot chocolate!
"Oh! Um...thank you, that sounds excellent. Just a small room is fine, and I only really need dinner and breakfast. And thank you for the hot chocolate, ma'am! You're...er...very kind."
He flinched when the mug bounced off the innkeeper's head, but soon relaxed. He leaned his elbows down on the counter, listening to the music Miss Fairweather was playing.
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Hester Fairweather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 25
Physical Description: A young woman, fairly tall standing five foot nine inches, and weighs a hair over one hundred and forty pounds. Her eyes are a striking brown and her hair a dirty red.
She has fair features and would be considered lovely to more than a few.
Yet this simple bard has many secretes... some grim. Sometimes , she could be found staring at the distance, with an expression of sorrow and anger.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 14:03:19 GMT -8
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Post by Hester Fairweather on Jul 23, 2017 18:54:17 GMT -8
( Royal Fletcher) Hester had been watching the young man ever since he had walked into the room. He was just a boy, yet he carried a sword non the less... Her fingers set to work, the music was soft, as the instrument did not do harsh well in any light, but there was a tenseness to this song. Yet tense as she was, the Lyre seldom let her play what she wished... soon the melody took on a more gentle; more reassuring path... Who exactly was that young man... Something nudged the back of her memories, but she could not grasp it. She sat there in her soft red dress and deep brown sash with a back drop of fire light highlighting her hair, but it did cast some shadows over her face so her pondering expression might not have been seen...
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Edith Arn Caster
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 56
Physical Description: A short woman of only five foot four inches. Her weight is a healthyone. Her once brown hair has turned silver, and warm brown eyes hold compassion for nearly everyone she mets.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 13:56:26 GMT -8
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Post by Edith Arn Caster on Jul 23, 2017 18:55:36 GMT -8
( Royal Fletcher: A cozy cup) "Aye, well go a head an knock some coin off the cost then lad, no need to charge ya for things you won't use." the innkeeper said with a smile. Edith burst back through the kitchen doors, the smell of bread followed her but currently she held a tray in one hand with a huge pewter beer-stein resting in the center. The ornate mug was placed in front of the Fletcher. Steam rolled from the lid of the mug. "Easy now lad, that's a tad hot. Thick, frothed milk, two table spoons of choco,a dolip clove honey, and peppermint oil" She said proudly. " Now , food will be ready shortly, you nurse that for a while. Don't spoil your apatite. " She cautioned with a hearty smile. She grinned a bit a grin that spoke of mischief " careful lad, that one's got a fire no dragon could muster when she's upset." She gave the lad a wink. She had caught him watching Hester. She gave a laugh and danced back to the kitchen. Flinn shook his head. " 'ight lad, You'll had the first room on the right side. Latrine is out back, just follow the rail, but if you do need there is a clean chamber pot in the cupboard by your door.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 23, 2017 19:11:23 GMT -8
Roy had indeed been watching Miss Fairweather when Edith walked in. He was entranced by her music, marveling at the skill with which she played her lyre. How could anyone do that? How long had it taken her to learn to play? Roy had learned to play the accordion when he was young, but had never been able to do anything like that. When Edith walked in, he looked up quickly, mouth watering with anticipation of the hot chocolate. He grinned sheepishly when she warned him about Miss Fairweather, chuckling nervously.
"Oh, hehehe...thank you for the hot chocolate! It smells delicious. I've never had vanilla in hot cocoa before, I can't wait to try it."
He nodded politely at the innkeeper's instructions, and took a cautious sip of his hot chocolate. Immediately, he grinned and let out a sigh of satisfaction. The hot chocolate was delicious, even better than his grandmother's! He'd have to remember the recipe. Pleased with his drink, he turned his attention back to the musician across the room.
"Um...excuse me. How did you learn to play like that? It sounds incredible."
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Hester Fairweather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 25
Physical Description: A young woman, fairly tall standing five foot nine inches, and weighs a hair over one hundred and forty pounds. Her eyes are a striking brown and her hair a dirty red.
She has fair features and would be considered lovely to more than a few.
Yet this simple bard has many secretes... some grim. Sometimes , she could be found staring at the distance, with an expression of sorrow and anger.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 14:03:19 GMT -8
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Post by Hester Fairweather on Jul 23, 2017 19:34:04 GMT -8
( Royal Fletcher: a cozy cup) The bard looked up at the young man with eyes the color of rich coffee, they held no warmth headless of the smile sitting on her face. " Ah, not to terribly long, 5 years now I think. I just picked the Lyre up and found a connection." She said in a voice that chuckled at a hidden joke. " I appreciate the compliment though sir. Does my lord have a request perhaps? I've heard many a song and if you can hum the firs t few bits I would likely know it, if not by name." She offered, her eyes finally catching up to the smile on her face.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 23, 2017 19:45:34 GMT -8
Lord? Sir? Such titles were far too much for Roy, who was quite certain that the lyre player was older than he was. He shook his head, holding up his hand.
"I'm no lord, just Roy is fine. What's your name? And, um, could you just keep playing what you were playing? It was awfully nice, I've never heard that before. You've only been doing that for five years? You must really be a natural, huh..."
He sipped at his hot chocolate, glad that it seemed to be made with proper ingredients. It was so sweet and warm, and the taste comforted him almost as much as the bard's music did. This really was an excellent tavern, he'd have to recommend it to Roxanne in case she ever passed this way.
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Hester Fairweather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 25
Physical Description: A young woman, fairly tall standing five foot nine inches, and weighs a hair over one hundred and forty pounds. Her eyes are a striking brown and her hair a dirty red.
She has fair features and would be considered lovely to more than a few.
Yet this simple bard has many secretes... some grim. Sometimes , she could be found staring at the distance, with an expression of sorrow and anger.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 14:03:19 GMT -8
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Post by Hester Fairweather on Jul 23, 2017 19:53:14 GMT -8
( Royal Fletcher ) A curious expression , or rather the barest hint would show on the young bards face. She seemed to settle something within her self about the young man. " As you wish Roy, and as requested." She said moving the music back to what it had been a gentle stream of notes that washed the wariness from a soul who traveled to much. Hester always was reminded of a wanderer who found a place of peace when this song played.... the rolling hills as he walked, the heart ache he carried road as an undertone to the piece, a lament of things left undone and things forgotten... Yet it seemed to change midway, the man had found a place a purpose, likely love... And it built in tenor until, yet just as it had began to warm the heart, something happened, something dreadful... Death perhaps? Once again the man wandered the hills--- " What brings you this far Roy?" She asked as she played.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 23, 2017 20:03:59 GMT -8
Roy listened in silence, entranced by the music. He sensed a story behind it, something that had gone untold. He could feel the tone of the music, and reacted visibly when at the change midway. When it changed once more to a more serious key, he unconsciously clutched his hot chocolate closer, as a sort of security blanket. Her question startled him, pulling him out of the sort of trance that he'd been in.
"Huh? Oh, me? I went to look for a town I'd heard of, I thought it'd be a safe haven. It wasn't, though. It was awful, a living nightmare. I ran away, and now I'm going back home. I live in Isra, at my uncle's chocolate shop with my cousin. Would you like some chocolate? My uncle makes it, it's awfully good."
He pulled out a bar of chocolate to offer her, suddenly remembering the package of chocolate that he'd purchased in Helmfirth. It was rather dubious, and considered throwing it out. Still, it would be awful to waste chocolate without even tasting it, even dubious chocolate...
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Hester Fairweather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 25
Physical Description: A young woman, fairly tall standing five foot nine inches, and weighs a hair over one hundred and forty pounds. Her eyes are a striking brown and her hair a dirty red.
She has fair features and would be considered lovely to more than a few.
Yet this simple bard has many secretes... some grim. Sometimes , she could be found staring at the distance, with an expression of sorrow and anger.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 14:03:19 GMT -8
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Post by Hester Fairweather on Jul 23, 2017 20:28:12 GMT -8
( Royal Fletcher: A cozy cup...or two) She kept playing, rolling her finger tips across the strings. "No thank you, i'm not one for sweets." She declined politely. Safe haven? From what...? This young man who carried a sword was most strange... " Though I'll think about it." She added. The song came again to the sudden downward turn, yet this one had hints of happiness laced through... just subtle notes that there might be something more to this story. "From which direction did you come? As The only place near here is The Tower, but I do not think anyone in their right mind would seek shelter there. " She said. With the fire crackling in the back ground the song washed over the small room like warm bath water... Edith knocked down the kitchen door once more. This tray laden with roast meats, and thick cheddar mashed potatoes... along with a second mug of hot chocolate same as the first. " Oh it's that song again, Such a sad song Love. I do love how it rolls though..." She hummed a few notes as Hester played them. " ahh yes.. A sad song with a pleasant end.. Bitter sweet if I do say---- FLINN! You lazy sack! We got customer and here ya are gappin at Miss Fairweather like you're some boy heart smitten! Off with ya change the linens! " " I'm not gappin! " Edith raised a tin mug like a warlord raised a flail. " Imma gettin I'm a gettin!" Flinn defended hobbling up the stairs. " Such a lazy man, gotta keep a burr up his arse to keep him from gettin old on me." She joked. " You need anything Miss Fairweather?" " No ma'am, thank you miss Edith." Hester replied moving the music to something else, a simple tune commonly heard in Taverns in Irsa. It was a tad foolish tune, Like a pig standing on its back legs dancing as the farmer's wife danced and the farmer himself lay sprawled in the much.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 23, 2017 20:39:39 GMT -8
Not one for sweets? Roy had always found it unbelievable that there were people out there who didn't like sweets. What did these people eat? Still, he put the chocolate back in his pocket and sipped at his drink. More chocolate for him, then. Still, it made him sad that some people didn't like chocolate. They just weren't getting the full experience out of life, he thought. Poor non-chocolate-eating folks.
"Oh, I'm coming from up north. It's pretty far, not close to here at all. What do you mean by the tower? Is it a castle or something?"
He turned as Edith came crashing through the door, bearing dinner. He smiled, forgetting for a moment that a mouth full of fangs wasn't particularly friendly anymore.
"Oh, that smells delicious! You're really an excellent cook, Miss Edith. Could you write down the recipe for the hot chocolate, perhaps? It's so good, I'd want to make it at home."
He watched, giving a sympathetic sigh as poor Flynn was hustled up the stairs under threat of a mug to the skull. Perhaps he should invest in a helmet, or maybe some lighter mugs.
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Hester Fairweather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 25
Physical Description: A young woman, fairly tall standing five foot nine inches, and weighs a hair over one hundred and forty pounds. Her eyes are a striking brown and her hair a dirty red.
She has fair features and would be considered lovely to more than a few.
Yet this simple bard has many secretes... some grim. Sometimes , she could be found staring at the distance, with an expression of sorrow and anger.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 14:03:19 GMT -8
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Post by Hester Fairweather on Jul 23, 2017 23:37:26 GMT -8
" The Tower is simply a tower by structure... though I would name it a nightmare had I my way... Strange things happen there..." She said... The tower had been a nightmare...
Her music took a turn, something dark... long notes with abrupt endings.. Gone were the rollings hills replaced by sudden cliffs... A short fall and sudden stop.
Edith broke this sour mood however, and the music melted again back to that rolling strum the Trio seemed to enjoy.
Hester did not miss the fangs , it was particular and made her all the more wary... The north... Helmfirth? This complicated matters more.
Edith grinned. " Now lad, ye be taking bread out me mouth should I do that. Afraid you'll have to come back and guess it." She teased. " Though I will give ya as many guesses as ye want. Just gotta buy one cup at a time." She nodded.
"Master --- I'm sorry lad I didn't catch your name. " Flinn asked from the stairs.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 24, 2017 20:04:08 GMT -8
Roy relaxed when the music returned to the nice calm tune that she had played before, chuckling at Edith's refusal. Of course, he wasn't surprised. Uncle Renalt never gave out his chocolate recipes, not even to close family members like Roy. There was no reason for Edith to give it to him. Still, he was glad to shell out another coin for another mug of hot chocolate. When Flinn called for him again, he looked up, embarrassed.
"Um...just Roy is fine, thank you."
Turning back to Hester, he added:
"I'll be sure to avoid it, then. I'm going back home to my uncle. I've had enough of scary towers and towns and frightening monsters for quite a while. Maybe I should just stay home for a bit. It's safer, at least. Do you live around here, Miss...um...Fairweather, right?"
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Hester Fairweather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 25
Physical Description: A young woman, fairly tall standing five foot nine inches, and weighs a hair over one hundred and forty pounds. Her eyes are a striking brown and her hair a dirty red.
She has fair features and would be considered lovely to more than a few.
Yet this simple bard has many secretes... some grim. Sometimes , she could be found staring at the distance, with an expression of sorrow and anger.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 14:03:19 GMT -8
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Post by Hester Fairweather on Jul 26, 2017 16:31:25 GMT -8
( Royal Fletcher: A cozy cup) "No, I've not had a single home in a number of years. I have been earning my keep at Taverns and Inns for solid while. I prefer it that way. Master Flinn and Mistress Edith, allow me to stay here for far less than they ought to." Her chocolate colored eyes had a hint of heat as she looked over at Edith, who was simply smiling, a knowing smile, while she cleaned the Bar and stools. "Ah Yes Roy it is then my boy, But yes, room is cleaned and freshened up should you wish to retire." Flinn said as he managed his way down the stairs. Taking one step at a time really slowed things, but his back had been acting up as he had mentioned... Hester sighed rolling a humble song, nothing nearly as intricate as the Lyre had played before , but not exactly dull. "And from where do you hale Mast---- Roy? And where do you venture?" She asked, her coffee eyes set upon the young man again.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 26, 2017 16:57:14 GMT -8
Roy nodded, intrigued. He couldn't possibly imagine living like her, without a place to call home. He'd always lived with family and relatives, always had someone waiting for him when he went back. What would it be like, living so unattached from everything and everyone? He didn't think he could do it.
"Me? I'm from...well, I'm originally from a small town called Sugar Hollow. It's all gone now, though."
He sighed, remembering the town. It had been such a lovely little place...but when he'd tried to visit it, dragons had ravaged the town before he could even set foot inside. The timing had been just right, and he'd been forced to witness his childhood home go up in flames.
"Anyways, I moved away from there when I was really young, and went to live at my family's estate with my grandmother. I grew up there, then tried to go adventuring...it wasn't for me, though. Now I live with my uncle in Isra. As for where I'm going...I don't really know. Right now, I just want to go home. How about you, where are you from originally?"
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Hester Fairweather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 25
Physical Description: A young woman, fairly tall standing five foot nine inches, and weighs a hair over one hundred and forty pounds. Her eyes are a striking brown and her hair a dirty red.
She has fair features and would be considered lovely to more than a few.
Yet this simple bard has many secretes... some grim. Sometimes , she could be found staring at the distance, with an expression of sorrow and anger.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 14:03:19 GMT -8
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Post by Hester Fairweather on Jul 26, 2017 17:27:21 GMT -8
Royal Fletcher : A song of woe )
Hesters eyes swelled with sympathy as a lump caught her throat... She had heard of Sugar hollow...
" I know that name... I know it very well.."
The first notes of a song came to her fingers.... tenderly as if touching the corpse of a loved one who you did not expect to be dead.
She hummed slightly in-tune with the song warming her voice, it did not exactly fit this song but the Lyre had helped with its sound...
With a voice in mourning, swelling with sympathy she began to sing.
" I Tell you the tale of Sugar hollow, a town that dragon flame doth have swallow... "
her voice was soft, yet filled the room... Edith and Flinn stopped what they were doing and watched... They had not heard her sing in sometime.
The tune was slow... and mourned the loss of the town almost as much as Roy had, or it least gave the sense it did.
" A peach tree doth burned
A peace tree doth burned.
A lesson to teach non who had heard.
A dragons game that peach tree did play
A No warning came to them that day ,
The day A dragon came to play
A peach tree doth burned...
A peach tree doth burned...
The family still yet yern.
For their homes the dragon did burn
Smoldering lives, hands reached for the sky
Yet still many did die...
There were some who tried.
Might in hand, Dragon of light.
Yet there remains no delight.
The town fell, to dragons spite.
For a peach tree doth burn...
A peach tree doth burn...
A peach tree doth burn tonight... "
the last few notes bled into the night air...
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 30, 2017 17:44:09 GMT -8
Roy's eyes widened as he listened to Hester's sorrowful ballad. Somehow, it was almost as hard to listen to as it had been to see the village get burned in the first place. He was surprised that there was a song about it, though. It had only been a little while ago, and Sugar Hollow had been a pretty quiet, out-of-the-way place. After she was done, he sniffled for a moment before sipping at his chocolate and clutching it for comfort.
"I never knew anyone else knew about that. Where did you hear of Sugar Hollow, Miss Fairweather? It was always so isolated in its little valley, with all those peach farms and cherry orchards. Where did you learn that song? In fact, where did you learn all those songs? Did you write them yourself?"
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